Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much,

Nor he in his young godhead practis'd it.
But when an even flame two hearts did touch,
     His office was indulgently to fit
Actives to passives. Correspondency
Only his subject was; it cannot be      Love, till I love her, that loves me.

it's a mid-year miracle (nearly mid-year)
third-party hosting or whatever it's called is free again (or I'm the lucky recipient of a magic flux in the system)

I wish this could happen elsewhere in life
just leave things unattended and have them work themselves out

day 37

asked overnight to come up with a simple report on status-nationally and internationally-of the eight different populations that have been overlooked by hired researcher
because office hours are just referential
because it's just a simple report
because that's how public policy gets done

E invento palabras

(todo es inherente al trabajo intelectual de madrugada...)

Going back to that secret place,
in timeless spaceless
madness.

Today, I am but a feeling.
A Feeling.

So, I pay them 400$ for third party hosting or my journal stays looking rubbish forever...

Seems like a good time to stage a comeback... It'll be like talking to a rainy night, words will be spoken but they won't get past the dark, the bright and the loud of the crowd. 

Often things that are close to sublime have a different time-scale, a different unfolding...

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La soledad no existe, es un estado mental que comprende el abandono del yo en busca de la satisfacción de las necesidades de terceros en sacrificio de las propias.

Cuando la mente abandona el cuerpo, esa es la soledad. La ausencia de compañía no es determinante para la soledad.

When disappointment matches heartbreak.